The waitress left a note on the table, and on the back of the paper, she signed, something to remember.

And by the way, I'm sick of losing my friends and learning lessons, writing to impress them.

I'll take a breath between songs and next semester, my hands are steady, I'm not ready to forget them. 18 years and all I got to show, is a few catchy hooks with this guitar I wrote

Desperate times call for desperate pleasures, like sleeping with the lights on and dancing in the rain. I'll try to live my life, one lyric at a time. And I'll never forget the friends I've made and lost along the way.

And by the way...

And by the way...

And by the way I'm sick of losing my friends and learning lessons, writing to impress them.

I'll take a breath between songs and next semester, my hands are steady, I'm not ready to forget them. 18 years and all I got to show, is a few catchy hooks with this guitar I wrote